The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2330

Chapter 2330 Ian caught the tie clip with a confused expression. “Mr.

Salvador, what’s this?"

Justin closed his eyes for a brief rest, loosening the knot of his tie, yet he still felt its stifling weight.

“Something from Clarice."

“Oh! Some random trash from that woman? No thanks!"

lan scoffed, tossing it away immediately. “I’ve got a girlfriend. I don’t need misunderstandings."

“A girlfriend?” Justin asked, eyes still closed, brows slightly furrowed.

“Yeah, Rachel."

Justin frowned. “She’s of age now?"

Ian laughed, exasperated. “She’s a college student, Mr.

Salvador. Do you really think I’m a monster?"

Justin’s mind drifted back to the time he and Bella had helped save a girl named Rachel Meads. Fragments of that memory flashed in his mind, but then Ian’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Mr. Salvador, look!"

Justin opened his eyes wearily , but the sight before him made his heart skip a beat.

Bella stood alone in front of the car, surrounded by a flurry of snowflakes . In the intense white light, her dark hair whipped around in the wind, as if it might carry her away with it.

Justin’s chest rose and fell heavily. He opened the car door and walked toward her, one step at a time.

“Mr. Salvador.” Bella greeted him with a faint smile, calm and distant.

He noticed her cheeks were flushed from the cold. She must have been waiting outside for quite some time.

His lips parted, but he found himself unable to utter a single word. He remembered she hated the cold.

Whenever it got chilly , she would always nestle into his arms, using his hands as her personal heater.

Justin was taken aback. “A hike? Where?"

“Mount Jaglee. Do you remember it?” Her voice wavered slightly, but she laughed softly. “Many years ago, you rescued a girl there, pulling her out of a storm. That was the beginning of it all."

His heart skipped a beat, and his hand curled tightly into a fist. He had not forgotten . Of course , he remembered .

“All I want is for you to come hiking with me tomorrow."

“That’s all?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up arrogantly, reminiscent of her former self, the poised and proud young heiress. “What, did you think I’d ask you to marry me? Well, just answer me—yes or no?"

“Yes,” Justin replied without hesitation.

“Good. Pinky swear."

Before he could react, Bella grabbed his warm hand, linking her own small, cold pinky—frozen and stiff— around his.

For a moment, Justin’s pupils contracted. He felt the faint tremor of her little finger, and a jolt of electricity shot through his heart.